Wheelchair Patiotism

Yesterday, my daughter spent one of her best days this summer, volunteering at an adult day care. While she danced an Irish jig for the participants, I saw this man, his wheelchair all decked out for the 4th. His chair is a reminder that all those who served still find ways to remind us of their patriotism and service.

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When all You Can Do is Crawl, Smile

What is so amazing about Asheville is the people, many who came from farms and factories to become a people so strong and yet so tender.

When I was 6, my father became disabled, starting 40 years of when he said his legs felt like sticks. When I was 10, he crawled to bed - with a smile on his face. And in the morning he arose with pure joy bubbling over. 

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